Brutal Cobweb
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Tami's insane website is still online, if you want to have "Ellen Degeneres with down syndrome" characters stare into your soul.
Trainwreck Onision / James Gregory Jackson / Gregory James Daniel/Jackson/Avaroe - Edgy king of the tweens, Vegan with deformed dick, Pedo, Destroying the Environment. Serial Domestic Abuser, Served the wrong Chris Hansen.
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He really is spiraling down rather quickly since he started his only fans. It's only been a month and he's already taking it up the ass. I can see this being his idea since anal isn't cheating in their "uwu goals relationshit".*re see Sarah.
Alot of speculation about him having a live partner for future shoots. I'm honestly 50/50 on it. I see Taylor being aginst it, but him arguing that she isn't online anyway so what does it matter and her spineless self caving like she always does. *re see him cheating multiple times and her forging him. I think us anons can see her existence being a non-point from now till ???.
Is Greg gay?, Greg is a sex pest, a hole is his goal.
My only thoughts on all of it is.. What the fuck have they done to that house in such a short amount of time? I see corners and walls with literal gouges in the drywall. Wood trims with chunks out of them. Corroded grime all over everything. It's fucking filthy for two people that don't leave the house to work. They took what was a decent split level and turned it into a meth trailor in all of what 2 years? I've seen working single parents have their shit more put together.
Alot of speculation about him having a live partner for future shoots. I'm honestly 50/50 on it. I see Taylor being aginst it, but him arguing that she isn't online anyway so what does it matter and her spineless self caving like she always does. *re see him cheating multiple times and her forging him. I think us anons can see her existence being a non-point from now till ???.
Is Greg gay?, Greg is a sex pest, a hole is his goal.
My only thoughts on all of it is.. What the fuck have they done to that house in such a short amount of time? I see corners and walls with literal gouges in the drywall. Wood trims with chunks out of them. Corroded grime all over everything. It's fucking filthy for two people that don't leave the house to work. They took what was a decent split level and turned it into a meth trailor in all of what 2 years? I've seen working single parents have their shit more put together.
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Since he's stopped using extreme angles you can see how short and thin his dick really is. What made him decide to stop forcing perspective? His lack of body definition is hilarious.
you poor child, @heatboss
mama will hold you
Fr though what is he doing, trying to loosen up his hole for bigger dick?
Dude is gonna be in diapers by Halloween if he keeps grinding in those wide circles
He needs to look at Nikocado's onlyfans and realize he's way out of his league; even if its haram at least it resembles real porn
DarkSoulsPhil
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Does Repzion have a thread yet? Acting a bigger cow by the day.
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In addition to @Metalrain-01 's comment, it's been established that during Onision's childhood, Tami started dating an adult man called Greg. They would be extremely loud during sex, with Tami scream-moaning "OH GREG, YES GREG, OH OH GREG" and similar. Which Onision overheard very easily.
While not...technically...sexual abuse, that's still something that would make the good detectives Benson and Stabler raise their eyebrows.
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Lmao, from Stevie's review on her book.
"All in all, this book is garbage. Its ideas have already been done before by many other much more talented writers both of book and television, its plot makes no sense at all and the reader will just end up scratching their head asking why anything going on in the story is happening at all. I think Ms. Jackson should stick to support her rape apologist, militant vegan, emotionally abusive womanizing son on his rampage through life and YouTube rather than attempt to write books. 1 out of 5."
"All in all, this book is garbage. Its ideas have already been done before by many other much more talented writers both of book and television, its plot makes no sense at all and the reader will just end up scratching their head asking why anything going on in the story is happening at all. I think Ms. Jackson should stick to support her rape apologist, militant vegan, emotionally abusive womanizing son on his rampage through life and YouTube rather than attempt to write books. 1 out of 5."
Seen The Butcher
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This is................... not how you ride a dick
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Jewish Porn Hoe
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I'm not surprised Grug has probably done anal before given how fucking obsessed he's been with cummies. Humping your dry boiwife and masturbating to bestiality hentai only goes so far for stimulus. That circling thing seems like it was Grug poorly imitating something he has seen in porn where the chick gyrates her hips while riding but because he's spazz it looks ridiculous.
And a little protip for our e-manwhore: Most people on OF chose a niche and stay in it, whether it's costhotting or getting it up their ass from their gf, otherwise you'll have constantly escalate. And given the current trajectory Grug will be trying to fit a 15 inch horse dildo up his rear exhaust in the next two months.
And a little protip for our e-manwhore: Most people on OF chose a niche and stay in it, whether it's costhotting or getting it up their ass from their gf, otherwise you'll have constantly escalate. And given the current trajectory Grug will be trying to fit a 15 inch horse dildo up his rear exhaust in the next two months.
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I was confused for all of 2 seconds but then I clicked the link. That's probably the most accurate description a person could probably come up with. It looks like Ellen decided to get high and custom "design" a website on Geocities Circa '99. The only thing that's missing is the cursor changing into a heart and a poorly animated .gif background that would turn any healthy person into an instant epileptic. By the way, what the fuck does "RevampShebang" mean? I know what those words mean separately, but like her sons sad attempt at writing, it's pretty much word salad.
Oh and whoever bet on "Taylor/Lainey/Whateverthefuck getting pimped out for no pay?" You can come collect your prize because it appears you won. I mean... when we have to see either of them nude, we all lose... but you atleast get a consolation prize.
Quick Edit: I was unaware this is an old picture (thanks @Clockwork_PurBle ) so it could mean something or it could just be him trying to feel out the situation/see if it will boost his $$$. I'm guessing all his flash sales failed miserably so now he's trying to figure out how to boost his numbers. He retweeted it today from June 18th.
Those fake shitty tattoos, her stupid smirk, the generic pose, the stupid fucking things he writes that are so bad you'd swear they fell out of a Twilight novel.. it's just so cringy.
By the way, whose watching the kids? Hopefully they atleast installed window locks this time.
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That photo is an old one IIRC so I don't think we should take it as a guarantee we'll see huswife on OF. I wouldn't be shocked either way though. 50/50 at this point.
That photo is an old one IIRC so I don't think we should take it as a guarantee we'll see huswife on OF. I wouldn't be shocked either way though. 50/50 at this point.
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Ah shoot. And here I was picking out a huge 15 inch horse dildo to give away to the lucky winner. I'll edit my post real quick.
And don't worry, if you don't win the main prize (so that you can play along while watching your favorite mentally-ill Onion Twink go gay for hardly any pay), the runner up gets a pretty sweet prize too.
When you've used up all the lube, the 55 gallon drum is great for disposing or dissolving the bodies in acid.
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There's been no upload on onlyfans as of yet today. Gotta wonder if yesterday's wild ride hurt gurg a little
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Who’s watching though? It’s mostly just “haters” and trainwreck watchers enjoy his humiliation.
I do think part of Kai becoming his husband was so he could be pegged regularly and Kai had to go along with it or else she wasn’t a real man deserving of the pronouns.
The way Onion is promoting his OF is straight out of of some e-marketing terrible OF porn for dummies manual. The regularity of posts, the constant ”be the first to respond for 75% off retail!!!!”, the stupid way he phrases post thanking (non-existent) fans for their support and requests, promoting like “goals” to reach, etc...
He’s running his OF like a furniture store having its 4th going out of business sale of the year.
I think he’s autistically convinced if he rigorously follows some marketing formula he will manage to make this mint money just like YT. He’s gotta be getting pretty discouraged by this point. I just wonder how long he will stick to this shit before bailing.
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>review left in 2015
Yeah, that seems about right. I'd like to think I've pulled my head out of my ass since then.
ALog and cringe as it is, I still stand by this sentiment. Her book is objectively awful. I got a copy thankfully without having to pay for it and it was just as much of a trudge through as any of Russetman's one hundred or so page diatribes. And since we're on the subject of Crazy Tami, it's really hard to top this crown jewel of insanity, Oedipus, and cringe from onionmom: https://web.archive.org/web/20060504161812/http://tamoon.com/AirmanGreg.htm
I give you, "Airman Greg". This was posted on her old, now archived "Tamoon Massage" business site for her massage business. Why in the fuck would you post this on a site about your personal small business, secondly, what normal person is supposed to read this and come out thinking the writer too is a normal person with a completely normal and healthy relationship with their son?
Copypasta'ing below for those who it won't load for:
WHAT IT IS LIKE: Peace-lover being a military mom
by Tami Jayne Jackson
Being a military mom is not a position I would ever choose for myself or anyone. I didn't raise my offspring to become human targets for angry bomb-wielding terrorists. I'm a healer, not a fighter. Yet I've never taken drugs or fried my brain so I could possibly think this world was NOT a violent place in which to live. Still, I certainly never wanted any of my children (three by birth, two more by marriage) to get into a position where they might some day have to choose to either take another human life or risk losing their own.
Yet regardless of how often I banged my head against the wall nagging to my youngsters that they needed to go to college and utilize their many creative talents (and believe me, my kids are GIFTED, talented and utterly loveable) they have ignored all of my promptings and instead listened to the iron fisted Uncle Sam.
Truly, this article has nothing to do with how I feel about war or about the United States’ invasion of foreign countries. It has everything to do with my parental pride, since my middle daughter and youngest son have joined the United States Air Force. My youngest step son has also joined the military. He serves in the Navy and all three of my young recruits serve their country with utter devotion. I know it has taken a lot of guts and determination to excel in boot camp and graduate on time. I could not be more proud of any one of my children. (I guess they take after you, paratrooper dad.)
MEANWHILE
With my adult children serving their country, the military has had opportunity to swing my heart on a string like it were a mere pendulum vacillating first this way and then that. When the rules of boot camp dictated what I could and could not do (e.g., parents remain very limited in how they may communicate with the enlisted when needed or desired) I tended to feel grossly defiant – even while I exercised a great deal of restraint and did not buck the system because that would have meant my child would suffer undesirable consequences.
During Air Force boot camp graduation, for example, moms cannot hug their Airmen for more than three seconds (count: "1,000+1, 1,000+2, 1,000+3" and the hug is OVER) without the Airman suffering punishment -- and considering that such restrictions apply after a couple of months of absence from my child (and me knowing the physical and emotionally trials s/he'd just been through at boot camp) well, let's just say that seemed unjustly burdensome.
It's not in my nature to accept the fact that this particular mom (me) could suddenly have to follow military orders when I had been a single parent for many years and raised my children as a sole custodial parent, with full attention and devotion. It was not ME who enlisted in the military, after all . . . and yet, it was (vicariously) ME because my children are truly an extension of who I am. Everything they feel, I feel all the more. When they experience pain, I suffer it tenfold and when they overcome huge obstacles I feel just that much more pride for their success.
That’s why it seemed humiliating for me to sit through the Lackland Air Force base’s “parent orientation” before the boot camp graduation weekend could begin. There I felt reluctant to continually listen to the wet-behind-the-ears Airman-Training-Instructor who enjoyed ridiculing both recruits (suggesting they were all a bunch of graffiti -vandalizing, pot-smoking teenagers) and mothers (who reportedly would be so intellectually absent they might kiss the first shaved-headed Airman they saw – mistaking a stranger for their son or daughter).
After that -- after flying to Texas, not being able to see my child, the military base FINALLY gave me permission to get a glimpse of my freshly trained troupe. I was granted permission to stand on a street corner while my Airman ran by in the midst of a few hundred other tight-bun (speaking hair) or bald recruits. I stared as each valiant soldier ran by amidst the rhythm of so many hundred military feet pounding the pavement and voices lifted up in such a unified effort to sing joeys. I strained my eyes to pick out which head and face belonged to ME.
Then, when I did see him/her (running so seriously focused and strong and shouting the chants in a mature voice that had sounded so young just a few weeks before) a huge wave of emotion flooded over me. I gulped and held back tears until I could not breathe through the salty water that flooded my throat. Because of the stream, which welled up in my eyes and flooded my cheeks, I felt relieved that my Airman could not look my way, or worse: stop to say “hello.” (I would not have been able to talk.)
Hours later, after the military GAVE ME permission to talk to my child, I felt protective to watch him/her march up to me, posture erect, neck straight, both hands in line with the hips.
So that is why I ask myself, How could I possibly NOT feel so very proud. My airmen/navy recruits are admirable people who excel in whatever they put their mind to do. My heart swells with admiration for each of them.
Note: as a military mom/massage therapist, my athletic children are often calling me when they strain or sprain their soft tissue or muscle. The best thing to do for any type of injury like that is to follow the First Aid acronym "RICE" (That's "R" for rest [ "I" for applying an "ice" pack [ "C" for bandaging/bracing/compression [ and "E" for elevation of the injured limb). Another note: get a regular massage to help to PREVENT sports injuries.
by Tami Jayne Jackson
Being a military mom is not a position I would ever choose for myself or anyone. I didn't raise my offspring to become human targets for angry bomb-wielding terrorists. I'm a healer, not a fighter. Yet I've never taken drugs or fried my brain so I could possibly think this world was NOT a violent place in which to live. Still, I certainly never wanted any of my children (three by birth, two more by marriage) to get into a position where they might some day have to choose to either take another human life or risk losing their own.
Yet regardless of how often I banged my head against the wall nagging to my youngsters that they needed to go to college and utilize their many creative talents (and believe me, my kids are GIFTED, talented and utterly loveable) they have ignored all of my promptings and instead listened to the iron fisted Uncle Sam.
Truly, this article has nothing to do with how I feel about war or about the United States’ invasion of foreign countries. It has everything to do with my parental pride, since my middle daughter and youngest son have joined the United States Air Force. My youngest step son has also joined the military. He serves in the Navy and all three of my young recruits serve their country with utter devotion. I know it has taken a lot of guts and determination to excel in boot camp and graduate on time. I could not be more proud of any one of my children. (I guess they take after you, paratrooper dad.)
MEANWHILE
With my adult children serving their country, the military has had opportunity to swing my heart on a string like it were a mere pendulum vacillating first this way and then that. When the rules of boot camp dictated what I could and could not do (e.g., parents remain very limited in how they may communicate with the enlisted when needed or desired) I tended to feel grossly defiant – even while I exercised a great deal of restraint and did not buck the system because that would have meant my child would suffer undesirable consequences.
During Air Force boot camp graduation, for example, moms cannot hug their Airmen for more than three seconds (count: "1,000+1, 1,000+2, 1,000+3" and the hug is OVER) without the Airman suffering punishment -- and considering that such restrictions apply after a couple of months of absence from my child (and me knowing the physical and emotionally trials s/he'd just been through at boot camp) well, let's just say that seemed unjustly burdensome.
It's not in my nature to accept the fact that this particular mom (me) could suddenly have to follow military orders when I had been a single parent for many years and raised my children as a sole custodial parent, with full attention and devotion. It was not ME who enlisted in the military, after all . . . and yet, it was (vicariously) ME because my children are truly an extension of who I am. Everything they feel, I feel all the more. When they experience pain, I suffer it tenfold and when they overcome huge obstacles I feel just that much more pride for their success.
That’s why it seemed humiliating for me to sit through the Lackland Air Force base’s “parent orientation” before the boot camp graduation weekend could begin. There I felt reluctant to continually listen to the wet-behind-the-ears Airman-Training-Instructor who enjoyed ridiculing both recruits (suggesting they were all a bunch of graffiti -vandalizing, pot-smoking teenagers) and mothers (who reportedly would be so intellectually absent they might kiss the first shaved-headed Airman they saw – mistaking a stranger for their son or daughter).
After that -- after flying to Texas, not being able to see my child, the military base FINALLY gave me permission to get a glimpse of my freshly trained troupe. I was granted permission to stand on a street corner while my Airman ran by in the midst of a few hundred other tight-bun (speaking hair) or bald recruits. I stared as each valiant soldier ran by amidst the rhythm of so many hundred military feet pounding the pavement and voices lifted up in such a unified effort to sing joeys. I strained my eyes to pick out which head and face belonged to ME.
Then, when I did see him/her (running so seriously focused and strong and shouting the chants in a mature voice that had sounded so young just a few weeks before) a huge wave of emotion flooded over me. I gulped and held back tears until I could not breathe through the salty water that flooded my throat. Because of the stream, which welled up in my eyes and flooded my cheeks, I felt relieved that my Airman could not look my way, or worse: stop to say “hello.” (I would not have been able to talk.)
Hours later, after the military GAVE ME permission to talk to my child, I felt protective to watch him/her march up to me, posture erect, neck straight, both hands in line with the hips.
So that is why I ask myself, How could I possibly NOT feel so very proud. My airmen/navy recruits are admirable people who excel in whatever they put their mind to do. My heart swells with admiration for each of them.
Note: as a military mom/massage therapist, my athletic children are often calling me when they strain or sprain their soft tissue or muscle. The best thing to do for any type of injury like that is to follow the First Aid acronym "RICE" (That's "R" for rest [ "I" for applying an "ice" pack [ "C" for bandaging/bracing/compression [ and "E" for elevation of the injured limb). Another note: get a regular massage to help to PREVENT sports injuries.
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The desperation in his tweets trying to promote his terrible OF are embarrassing.
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She really is an autistic sperger. Greg's essentially a male clone, my god. The way they both talk about 'life experiences' and other people in general. The over embellishing and dramatization. My eyes want to die lol
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Oh my god fuck off he's wearing kitten ears
New upload very soon keep you eyes peeled
New upload very soon keep you eyes peeled
